Hey Everyone,

I am veryy sorry i haven't been able to update much lately because i have been very busy. I swear to God that i will update soon. And i will add another story.

My favorite TV show is REBA!!

I am obsessed. Seriously. I Love her show, her music, and just her as a person. She is soo beautiful and talented. Anyone would be lucky if they sang as well as she does. I'm going to see her and Kelly this fall!!

I also like Law and Order: SVU, and Gilmore Girls.

Most of my fanfics will be about those shows. I don't really like oneshots, but I may write them. If you ever want to read more about a fic just tell me, and I'll see if I can write more. And as you can tell I like starting my stories out as songfics, and I like sneaking song chapters in throughout the story.

My favorite Relationships are:

Reba and Brock

Luke and Lorelai

Jess and Rory

Elliot and Olivia

Favorite Reba Quotes:

Reba: (to Babara Jean) Look, don't think of it as Brock getting a mistress. Think of it as us gettin' a new girl for our club!

Brock: (after seeing Lori Ann and Reba hugging) Now why is the sight of seeing two women huggin' so sexy?
Lori Ann: Because men are pigs.
Brock: Well then you must love bacon because you keep marryin' us.
Lori Ann: You know, Brock, the only reason men and women get together is because the parts fit.
Brock: So that's all we're good for, huh?
Lori Ann: Some of you aren't even good at that.

Brock (at Cheyenne's baby shower): Whoo! Where am I, the Miss America contest? Look at all these beautiful women. (Looks down at Lori Ann) You must be security.
Lori Ann: I thought we agreed not to hire a clown.

Lori Ann: For your information, Brock, I am taking your ex-wife out to meet a better class of man.
Brock: Where ya goin'?
Lori Ann: Anywhere really.

Reba: Don't worry, Van, we'll make you proud.
Kyra (sarcastically): Proud?? Look around this place, buddy. You live with the divorced mother of your teenage bride due to pregnancy, whose dad ran off with his dental assistant, also with child. I may claim to be pregnant just to fit in.
Van: She's right, we're practically circus people!
Kyra (sarcastically): Practically?? Put Barbra Jean in a tiny car and we could sell tickets.

Brock: Hey Guys!
Reba: Hey Brock, where's Jake?
Brock: what do you mean where's Jake?
Reba: what i mean is, we were married once and had a son, at this time do you know his location?

Brock (talking to Reba): What kind of a guy has a chance to be with you and then leaves you?
(Reba glares at Brock)
Brock: At the table.

Jake: it's a painting of a boy, waiting alone at a bus stop, i call it where's dad?

Reba : Jake, Can You Keep A Secret?
Jake : Am I Gonna Have A Baby Brother

Barbra Jean: I never wanted to get married in the Virgin Islands.
Reba: Too ironic for ya?

Brock : Well, Reba, When You Do Find Someone : I Only Hope He'll Be As Great A Man As I Am.
Reba : Yeah, Brock. I Just Hope He Doesn't Have Your Bird Legs.
Brock : Still Think About Them, Huh?
(Brock starts to walk out to car)
Barbara Jean: Be there in a minute Tweetie. Sweetie.

BJ: Bloop! You got mail!
Reba: (Turns to Brock) Bloop! You got a goofball!

Lawyer: What's the date of your birth?
Reba: December 12th
Lawyer: 19...?
Reba: 19 none of your business.

Barbara Jean: You're not the boss of me!
Reba: I know. if I were your boss we'd be sleepin' together by now!

Reba: (To Brock and Barbara Jean) NO! We're her parents, not her drinking buddies! Well, things will be different over at my house. (sarcastically) Oh, and before I leave, what kind of cigarettes do you buy for Jake? (Leaves)
Barbara Jean: (turns to glare at Brock than smacks him with paper)
Brock: What?
Barbara Jean: You let Jake smoke?

Reba: Reba? This is Reba How's it going living in a nuthouse!

Reba: When I stepped on the gass pedal and the engine roared... It spoke to me it said "Drive me you sexy redhead!"
Van: It was you!
Brock: No way, she's too responsible!
Reba: That's why I did it! You all see me as this responsible sensible person who would never do anything dangerous, wild or fun! Well guess what I'm not beige, there's a side of me that has a need for speed, a side of me that needs to burn rubber!
Van: You burned Rhonda's rubber?!
Reba: Oh Yea! You put that baby into gear, crank up the streo, forget all your troubles, and show that punk in a camero a thing or two!
Cheyenne: Mom!?
Brock: Wow...
Barbra Jean: Reba!?
Van: I shall never look at you the same way again...

Brock: Reba, guess what? Barbra Jean was out barhopping last night.
Reba throws "Reba's Cocktail Napkin Scrapbook" into the living room.
Reba: Oh really, how do you know that?
Brock: Oh this golf buddy of mine is the bartender over at the Blue Lounge.
Reba: Oh yea.
Brock: Yea he said she was cruising with some slutty friend.
Reba: Well maybe your friend, should stop judging his customers and learn how to make a pink squirrel. Plus, I bet you the woman was perfectly lovely.
Brock: Well who cares about her, she's probably just some old tramp. No, the point is Barbra Jean missed our therapy session last night, which I find really rude and inconsiderate. Yea, I'm sitting there, pouring my heart out to this guy. You have no idea what that feels like.
Reba: Oh, yea I do Brock, when we were going through our divorce, I spent hours with the therapist trying to fix our relationship, but you were out with Barbra Jean. Well guess what, now I'm off with Barbra Jean what do you think about that?
Brock looks really confused.
Brock What? You were out with Barbra Jean last night?
Reba: Yes, I'm the slutty friend! SURPRISE!
Reba throws her hands in the air.
Brock looks shocked.
Reba: Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go put on my warpaint, cuz Barbra Jean and I are going out man-hunting.
Reba begins to leave and as she does she says...
Reba: Can i get a WOO-HOO!!

Reba: I trust Cheyenne.
Van: Well look where that trust got you Grandma!
Reba: Don't you think I would know if somebody was cheatin' in my house!
Brock tries to hold back laughter

Reba: Yeah, and 'cause after a few jello shots, my name starts to look like, 'Robo'!"

Reba: I know what my daughter is up to!
Brock: Oh really? Like you did with Cheyenne?
Reba: Oh, one time! The one time our daughter gets pregnant and I never hear the end of it!

Reba: The turkey's the headliner! If Thanksgiving were a concert, the turkey would be Cher.
Barbra Jean: So, you want to have Thanksgiving here, AND you want Cher?
Reba: That's right. I've got turkey, babe!

Brock: Mrs. Hart, do you know what it means to be a hostile witness?
Reba: Bite me.

Barbara Jean: Say hi to the spirits Reba!
Reba: 'Sup?

Lori Ann: Married, dead, gay, gay, gay...
Reba: Three of them are gay?
Lori Ann: No, just the one, but he came out in a BIG way.

Brock: Do you know what a Mulligan is?
Reba: The booze you've been drinking?

Kyra (referring to her boyfriend Chip): Isn't he cute?
Reba: Probably, what's your guess?

Reba: Let me ask you a question, Van! Why did you tell Sadie I was gay?!
Van: What?! I never said that!
Reba: Did you tell her I was super gay?!
Van: Well, yeah...
Reba: Gah!!
Van: Well, I didn't mean to! It's just that Sadie and I were talking about our favorite cities, and I said I really liked Lubbock and she mentioned San Fransisco, and I wanted to sound clever and make a joke but I didn't know anything about San Fransisco except cable cars and gay people...
Reba: Van!
Van: So I made a joke about gay people, but it wasn't funny apparently, because she looks at me kind of offended and says, "Van, I'm gay. Do you have a problem with gay people?" and I said, "No! Not at all! My mother-in-law's super gay!"

Reba: Jake Mitchell Hart are you lying to me?
Jake: Yes! No one mocks me and gets away with it!
Reba: So, did that boy even go upstairs?
Jake: No! And I didn't no he was a boy, I thought he was an ugly girl!
Reba: You are in big trouble! no tv, no dessert, and Grandma gets her cell phone back!
She takes the gameboy SP back and Jake runs upstairs

Kyra: So what we're you saying?
Barbara Jean: I was just wondering if you wanted to have a pajama party and watch The Little Mermaid with me?
(Kyra stands for a second thinking about it)
Kyra: Cool.

Cheyenne: Pick your butt 2001!
Kyra: Yeah it's just like the Miss America Pageant, but cut to the chase.

Mrs. Montgomery (Van's Mom): Van you're Engish. When we said youit didn't mean the both of you. If we meant that we would of said y'all.

Stereotypes I hate!!

I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.

I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.

I'm CHRISTIAN/CATHOLIC/ANGLICAN/PROTESTANT, so I MUST hate gay people.

I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.

I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over-controlling and a bitch.

I am a FANGIRL, so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.

I'm INTELLIGENT, so I MUST be weak.

I am AMERICAN, so I MUST be an obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant. (Though sometimes true in my case!)

I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.

I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.

I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.

I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.

I am QUIET and POLITE, so I MUST be a pushover. (though not true in my situation because i'm not quiet and only sometimes polite)

I use GOOD GRAMMAR, so I MUST be a snob.

I prefer FANTASY and SCI-FI, so I MUST be out of touch with reality.

I love TO LEARN so I MUST be boring.

I'm WHITE, so I MUST be a racist. (I love black people!)

I am a GIRL, so boys MUST be better than me at sports (I could kick so many boys asses in soccer at school)

I am a GIRL, so I MUST only be good at work

I am WHITE and I like to DANCE, so I MUST be lame

I am a CHRISTIAN/CATHOLIC/ANGLICAN/PROTESTANT, so I MUST go to church every Sunday.

I am a CHRISTIAN/CATHOLIC/ANGLICAN/PROTESTANT, so I MUST not do anything on Halloween.

I care about the ENVIRONMENT, so I MUST be a tree hugging hippy

I like READING, so I MUST be a Loner.

I SPOT AND CORRECT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.

I don’t want a BOYFRIEND, so I MUST be Lesbian.

I'm a GIRL, so I MUST like to talk about crushes, dolls, not getting dirty, and parties.

I don't STUDY much but still get STRAIGHT A's, so I MUST be cheating.

I don't think VEGETARIANISM makes sense, so I MUST think all vegetarians are hippies.

I'm easily ANNOYED, so I MUST be bratty.

I have had SUICIDAL thoughts, therefore I MUST be emo and depressed.

I have had SUICIDAL thoughts, therefore I MUST be insane and deranged.

I LOVE POKEMON so I MUST BE childish.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.

I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.

I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.